and a bus-long six-seater automobile,
purple as the wind
that brought him there.
Odilon Redon eye hovering
under the neon convenience sockets.
Scraped by with a rose tattoo.
Painted the alleyways, secondhand swag.
Profile voodoo. Tentacle
hovering over dark waters,
Discreet notation, delivered
at the radio station.
Tin foil skeletons
with hats for handles
tracks for a swift lightning.
With a stranger's guitar
and the plush owl curtains,
and the smooth stones
of an abandoned fishtank
and a sunset for hours.
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